Quotes About Attachment

You can lose a piece of plain bread and not think twice about it, but when you lose one spread thickly with strawberry jam it's an altogether more serious matter.

She was crying because she was far from home, and who among us has never wanted to do that? There need be no other reason; just that. We cry for home, and for flowers on tables, and biscuits in little tins, and for mother; and we feel embarrassed, and foolish too, that we should be crying for such things; but we should not feel that way because all of us, in a sense, have strayed from home, and wish to return.

Life is a progression of partings," said the psychotherapist. "One by one, people—and things too—are taken from us. We lose them, they die, they are shown by us to be things of transitory association." "I'm sorry," said Ulf. "So am I," said Dr. Svensson.

substitute for those friendships of childhood that survive into adult years. Those are the ones in which we are bound to one

every man has a map in his heart of his own country and that the heart will never allow you to forget this map.

Men, she thought, were odd about their clothes: they liked to wear the same things until they became defeated and threadbare.

we are willing to lose ourselves in another as we exchange fates with one whom we love but on whom our heart is nevertheless impaled.

We brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out.

Love is the most selfish of all the passions.

I love the life you've always made so sweet for me and I'd regret it if I had to die.' 'Do you mean to say that if I left you---' 'I'd die, yes.' 'Then you love me?

There is yet one leverage point that is even higher than changing a paradigm. That is to keep oneself unattached in the arena of paradigms, to stay flexible, to realize that no paradigm is "true," that every one, including the one that sweetly shapes your own worldview, is a tremendously limited understanding of an immense and amazing universe that is far beyond human comprehension.

Most psychologists agree that a child has to develop a secure attachment with at least one primary caregiver in order to learn how to effectively regulate her own emotions for the rest of her life, and in order to learn how to become attached in a healthy way in adult relationships.

and one of only a few on the entire station, she'd bonded with

We buy things. We wear them or put them on our walls, or sit on them, but anyone who wants to can take them away from us. Or break them. ... Long after he's dead, someone else will own those stupid little boxes, and then someone after him, just as someone owned them before he did. But no one ever thinks of that: objects survive us and go on living. It's stupid to believe we own them. And it's sinful for them to be so important.

Caring too much for objects can destroy you. Only—if you care for a thing enough, it takes on a life of its own, doesn't it? And isn't the whole point of things—beautiful things—that they connect you to some larger beauty?

It scares me, suddenly, to know I can't remember how home sounds. Not one bird call, nor the water over rocks. There's so much you can't save by writing down.

We use our parents like recurring dreams, to be entered into when needed.

It's good to have things that you love. They keep you grounded, make you realise how much you've got to lose. It's good to love people. But if you don't have anyone you can truly give your heart to, then having something that means the world to you can often act as a good stand-in

It was the most natural thing in the world because from out of his mouth were coming most of the things I felt. In another person, one i did not have this attachment to, it would have been gushing, clingy and embarrassing, from him it was like having a mirror held up to my soul.

Maybe part of the problem of feeling like this life isn't my real life is that I have no connections, no real links to anyone.

No matter how much you may love someone, you never possess them. You can only ever borrow the right to spend time with them.

I don't want to rely on something that could be taken away at some point.

He seems to have become a part of my life and I'm disappointed if I don't see him. If I get to the end of the day without seeing someone who reminds me of him, I feel as if a dull shadow has fallen over me.

He just hijacks me. I love him. And I won't be able to give anyone a real chance until that's over.